Ok so this is the last update before things really get fun. The Winter banquet is coming. ;) See what i did there. Hope you enjoy and if you want to check out my other fic When Kings Collide it's not a modern au this time. Don't worry it won't distract from this one. It's just a story i've used to keep me writing when i get frustrated with this one. I love hearing what you guys think. I have thick skin so creative criticism is welcome.

Chapter 26

Sandor – Thursday morning

The bakery was packed as always. He stood stiffly in line as the people stared at him. He really did look bad; his left eye was swollen shut and the cut above his eye was pushed out. Sansa stood next to him in line playing with something on her phone; she had refused to leave him last night so he was taking her home now. Over the years working for Sansa he had developed a fondness for her favorite bakery. "What are you doing today?" Sansa's question saved the woman tapping her fingernails from a murderous glare.

"I'm getting Gregor's shit taken care of so I don't have to deal with it anymore." He wasn't looking forward to it but the sooner it was done the sooner he could forget about his brother.

"That sounds terrible." He chuckled at her crinkled up nose.

"Not the best way to spend the day."

Sansa was eying the pastries in the case as they moved closer to the front of the line. "I could go with you for a little while."

"You don't need to see what my brother was really like." Sansa was smelling her coffee waiting for her muffin.

"I don't have to look through anything. You shouldn't have to do that alone." Sansa said as if it was a normal situation.

"Sansa it's a nice offer but…"

Sansa cut him off irritated. "Sandor stop. I'm coming. You cannot protect me from everything." When he started to object again. "I'll just follow you." Sansa was determined to help him so he went against his better judgment.

"Fine Little Bird but don't say I didn't warn you." They stopped at Sansa's apartment so she could shower and change. The shower turned on and he found himself straining to hear Sansa's movements. A few moments passed and a faint voice came from down the hall; she was singing. He leaned backi in to the chair and listened closing his eyes.

"Ready to go?" His eyes snapped open and he jumped forward in the chair. Sansa was dressed and staring down at him with a smile.

"Must have fell asleep." He said almost embarrassed. He stood up to leave leading Sansa outside to their destination.

"Where are we going?" Sansa asked trying to keep up.

"You're not going to like it." They crossed the street and he got the keys and lead the way to the 11th floor. His slight hesitation made Sansa move closer to him. Gregor's place wasn't what he expected. Everything was white. Nothing was out of place and there wasn't a spec of dust.

"It's clean at least it should be easy to resell." Sansa was walking around the room trailing her hand behind her barely touching everything. He hadn't even thought about that.

"This isn't my brother." He voiced his thoughts. All the white reminded him of his sister's room; she had always had a bright open room that was clean and crisp.

"It seems cold. What did you have to do?" Sansa asked circling the room again looking around.

"Go through his things see if I want anything and get rid of this damn place." The front door opened without a knock and a cleaning service walked in.

"Sorry we didn't know anyone would be here." The older lady said.

"Do you clean here often?" He asked roughly.

"Once a week for three years. Everything but the bedroom at least."

He nodded. "Mark it off your list." The woman nodded and quickly left. The cleaning crew explained the front rooms. He walked to the only closed door and shoved it open. The room was littered with clothes and there was a large board with photographs posted on it. There were three different women on the board. One of them was crossed out. He had never seen the woman and before and no one was probably going to see her again. The other two women he knew.

Andy Blade was photographed at different places around the city. Andy seemed to be Gregor's main obsession but his brother had room for other women in his life. "Oh my." He heard Sansa take in a sharp breath.

"You don't need to see this." He had suspected that Gregor was keeping an eye on Sansa but the board was proof.

"Don't be ridiculous. Your brother is dead. He can't hurt me now. But that is still super creepy."

"It's like he had to watch them before he killed them." He said without thinking; Sansa made a face.

"How many do you thing there were?" He moved to the side of the bed and kneeled next to it.

"It's hard to say." He shoved the mattress aside and felt around until he found the latch to the hidey hole. "Fucker never thought to move his stash." The box was hidden insie the box spring; he pulled it out and sat back on the bed. The lock broke easily and he ripped the lid off. Sansa sat next to him as he flipped through the contents. There was nothing but pictures of women in the box.

"Oh my God." Sansa had her hand over her mouth as she stared at the pictures; she looked like she was about to cry."

"I told you not to come." He put his arm around her shoulder and squeezed.

"Those poor women." Sansa said as she leaned closer to him. He looked down at her as she stared into the box. "What are you going to do with these?"

He pulled the photos out and thumbed through them. His brother definitely had a type. Brown hair, brown eyed and petite were the only type of women in the box.

"Wait, why am I up there. I don't look like any of these women." Sansa had noticed the type as well. He tried to figure out what to tell her. "It's because of you isn't it?" Sansa stayed where she was and looked up at him.

"Yes" Sansa reached into the box and started pulling out pictures.

"There is writing on the backs." He was too busy watching her to notice the writing. "It's just numbers." Sansa's nails scraped the bottom of the box and she pulled out a framed photo. His heart dropped. "You think this was his first?" He tried to find words as Sansa stared at this little sister. He was aware that she had asked questions but he hadn't been able to answer them.

He pulled the frame out of her hands gently and flipped it over. "I know it is." He said quietly.

"Sandor?" Sansa sounded worried.

"She was my sister. I know what the numbers are." He added when something clicked.

Sansa was staring at him with her pretty mouth slightly ajar. "Your sister! I'm so sorry I didn't know."

"I need to speak to your brother." He cut her off. "I think the numbers are coordinates." Sansa was looking at the back of the pictures.

"Why do you need my brother?" He figured she thought he was talking about Robb.

"So their families can put them to rest." Sansa smiled a brilliant smile and leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. His heart jumped but his exterior stayed calm as always. "What was that for?" He was curious.

"You are nothing like him Sandor." Sansa's eye caught the clock on the wall. "Oh shoot, I really should get to work. I have to finish Andy's dress."

"Go I'm just going to lock up and go see Jon." Sansa hesitated after he moved his arm from around her shoulder. Sansa was almost out of the room before she turned around and spoke.

"It's better this way you know."

"What is little bird?" He was still looking at his sister's picture.

"I didn't know your sister but I doubt she would have wanted you to kill your brother."

He thought about it for a bit. "Maybe your right." He set the photograph in the box. Rose was always so peaceful and friendly; he used to tease his sister about not being a Clegane because of it. Sansa disappeared out of the room and back into her life. He packed the box and pulled down the board with the photos on it before going through a few of the drawers. The closet was ful of weapons. Mostly .22 pistols, The assassins special. The rest of the stuff was easily packed so he carried the evidence to his car.

He briefly thought of going to the station but dismissed the idea not wanting to deal with more cops than necessary. He pounded on the door and was greeted by a growl from the others side. He knocked again and waited a few moments before the door opened. Jon blinked a few times and looked up at him. "Sandor?" he could tell that Jon had been sleeping. It was 6 pm but he wasn't sure what kind of schedule the Black Stark kept. Jon was always on the outside of Sansa's life so he didn't need to know much about him.

"I need to show you something." Jon rubbed his eyes and looked up at him again.

"What happened to you?" Jon was referring to his face and he fought the urge to laugh.

"Fight, are you going to let me in Stark?" Jon blinked and stepped back so he could enter. The room was full of blankets and pillows. There was a bottle of sleeping pills sitting on the coffee table; he glanced at Jon and noted all the signs of sleep deprivation.

"What can I do for you Sandor?" Jon said with and edge to it.

He ignored it. "I went through my brother's things today and found this." He shoved the box across the table a t Jon who silently went through it.

"That's a lot of women, surely they aren't all victims." At least he didn't have to explain everything to Jon.

"I think the numbers on the back are coordinates." He said quickly wanting to get this over with.

"I'll call Yoren this is over my paygrade." Jon quickly dialed. He waited for the questions, cops always had questions.

"He'll be here shortly. Did you find anything else?"

"Everything but a signed confession, weapons, pictures, cameras, and a board with his movements and most recent targets." He put the board on top of the table.

"Is this one dead?" Jon was tracing Gregor's movements.

"Yes just like the rest of them." He was trying to be patient with the redundant questions cops always asked.

"Sansa is on here!" Jon asked surprised and from the looks of the guy furious.

"Yes" He answered tightly.

Yoren knocked on the door and pushed inside. "What's so damn important?" Yoren sat in the chair across from him. Jon put the box in Yoren's hands and sat back to stare at the board. He repeated what he knew and waited.

"I need a beer. Anybody else?" Jon asked standing and walking to the refrigerator.

"I'll take one." He was exhausted and felt like he deserved one. Jon brought one back for everyone.

Yoren took a long drink. "I'll start putting names to faces. I wish the bastard would've left us names."

"Names didn't matter to him only a pretty face and a scream." He answered as if it explained everything.

"He tried to make Andy scream." Jon said staring at the bottle lost in his head. He felt sorry for the guy but didn't say anything.

"Are you going to help me find these girls boy?" Yoren snapped.

"Yes sir." Jon answered immediately.

"Cut the sir shit boy. You're gonna be my partner." He chuckled at the look on Jon's face. He knew exactly what Yoren was doing.

"You guys done with me I have shit to do?" He asked after standing up.

Yoren stood up as well. "Thank you for bringing this in. I'll send a black and white to photograph everything and pick up anything else we need."

"Just bring those girls home."

"We'll do our best." Yoren reached out to shake his hand. He stared at the cops hand. The urge to laugh was building up. He was standing across from an officer of the law thinking back on all the people he had hurt and laws he had broken in the past it was funny to him to be shaking hands with one. All of that before Sansa Stark had came into his life. He reached out and grasped Yoren's hand then turned and slapped Jon on the back.

"You best get to work boy." He walked out chuckling.

Jon- Thursday morning

The alrm on his phone was blaring and some one was shaking him. He had taken on of the sleeping pills the shrink gave him last night and passed out. "Are you awake?" Val was naked in his bed again. He was truly pissed at her after the little run in with Andy at the station but when Val showed up at his place last night dressed to kill; he had accepted an apology that should have been to Andy. He couldn't figure out how to tell Val no so they wound up in bed together again. He really needed to get his head on straight.

The shrink had surprisingly released him back to work but he had to go back twice a week for at least a month. Now he was just waiting on the DT test results. "You're phone is going off again Jon." He fumbled around on the nightstand and finally managed to grabe the damn thing. He had a text from Catelyn Stark. 'Can you make it to the banquet Friday? If so do you have a date I need to finalize seating charts.' Catelyn had never invited him to the Winter banquet before and normally it didn't bother him; he hated the events. But he felt that since Catelyn was making the effort he should go.

"Shit. I need a date to the banquet." He said it out loud forgetting there was someone with him.

"The Winter banquet! I would love to go. I've heard it's always beautiful." His first thought was Andy but it made sense to take Val they were somewhat together.

"Be my date then." He said making Val squeal.

"I need a dress then." He sent Catelyn a text saying he would be there plus one. Val chatted animatedly. Andy would've hated it anyway.

"Sorry it's last minute." He said when Val quieted down some.

"Don't worry about it I'll call in sick today and go shopping." Val was excited as she got dressed and kissed him on the cheek before she left. He wasn't he still needed to get a suit.

The tailor measured him and told him to come back in a few hours. So he found himself driving around the city. He was falling in love with the car Andy gave him. He had been driving it everywhere. Men were jealous of the car and women just stared at him. While he was out burning time and fuel he found himself driving towards Andy's garage. He wasn't really sure how she would feel about him just stopping by but he was anyways.

The doors where all shut but unlocked causing a flashback to the last time he was here. When he stepped inside he automatically looked towards the stairway to the upstairs. He knocked on the door as he stepped further inside. The radio was blaring and a guy was singing along. He stopped before he walked the rest of the way inside. Andy had told him that she really didn't know anybody in town. Who the fuck is he? The man was messing with a car. He knocked louder making the guy set up and turn of the radio.

"Can I help you?" He thought he recognized the guy but couldn't place where he had seen him.

"I'm looking for Andy." He said walking further inside.

The guy cocked his head to the side. "She's in a meeting."

"When will she be back?"

"Do I look like her secretary?" The guy's tone was cocky and it irritated him. By the looks of the guy it shouldn't be a surprise. With an athletic build and sandy blond hair, the guy probably didn't have a problem getting his way especially from women.

"Can you just tell her Jon stopped by?" The guy stood up and walked over wiping the grease off of his hands.

"You're Jon?" He nodded. "You're not what I expected." He wasn't sure how to take that so he stayed quiet. "I'm Sam."

"Sammy?" He repeated the name Andy had mentioned.

"Sam, only Andy gets to call me that." He was relieved when he realized that the Calvin Klein model in Andy's shop was her best friend she spoke of often.

"Sorry, she's mentioned you before."

"She's mentioned you too. I thought she was staying with you. Imagine my surprise when she shows up at my shop on Tuesday and drags me back to this damn city. You know I talked to her Monday. She was fine I would even go as far as saying she was happy. Like she used to be before my brother broke her." Realization hit him the picture in Andy's truck. The guy was a carbon copy of the guy in the picture. "I was hoping that she was finally trying to move on. She has slowly been getting better over the years. When that fucker attacked her, I thought all that hard work was lost but it was different this time." The way Sam was speaking to him reminded him of the way he talked to Gendry. He shifted uncomfortably.

"She seems to be doing better than I am and she was the one that was attacked." It was the truth, Andy's coping abilities were unbelievable.

"Andy doesn't have any issues with the latest attack. That guy was just some crazy bastard. Jake really screwed her up. She loved him and he broke that along with her trust. She doesn't trust people anymore at least she didn't until you. Hell it took her several months before she could even look at me."

"Has she said anything to you?" He wanted to know what was going on with her and maybe Sam could help him."

Sam chuckled "Andy doesn't talk about herself, but she hasn't shut up about you. We have a problem though." Sam was completely serious now.

"What would that be?"

"She likes you and you don't want her." Hearing that made him extremely happy.

"I never said I wasn't interested in her."

"That's what she said. I need to finish this car or she's going to kill me." He followed Sam to the car he was working on and leaned on another car. It was amazing that tiny women like Andy and Arya could put the fear of god in a guy.

"What can I do?" Sam knew Andy better than he did and he hoped that he could get some advice.

"Andy is like a sister to me. I want to see her happy again, but you don't get to fuck with her. I don't care if you're a cop. You mess her up and I'll kill you. My brother put her through every kind of hell there is and I won't watch her go through that again."

"You're wasting your threat. I've already messed it up." He stated sadly.

"What the hell were you thinking? You left her all wound up on the couch. Who does that?"

He ran his hand through his hair. "Every touch made her tense up. I couldn't keep going even though I wanted to."

Sam pushed his stool back and sighed. "I cank believe I'm getting into this. Look Jon, Andy doesn't like being touched but she let you touch her; she wanted you to touch her and as soon as you hit a scar you stopped. How do you think that looked to her?"

He panicked slightly. "I swear her scars don't bother me."

"I believe you, she won't. Andy hates her scars, hates the way people look at her when they see them."

A tired laugh escaped his lips. "It's not like it matters anymore when Andy stopped by my place there was another women there."

Sam took a deep breath. "Man when you fuck something up you fuck it up. Get your shit together and talk to her that's all I'm going say. I've already said more than I should. And remember I will do time for her." Sam said it with a smile but there wasn't any doubt that the guy was serious.

"Just tell her I came by." Sam nodded and continued his work. He had a lot of thinking to do not only that but he had to pick up his suit and go to a fancy dinner.

Sansa – Thursday evening

She pulled the needle in and out of the fabric over and over closing the ends of the strap. It had taken a glass of wine and some relaxing music to get rid of the creepy feeling that hung over her after leaving Gregor's place a place that overlooked hers. Andy would arrive in an hour to try on the dress. She was proud of herself, even though the dress was short notice it was almost complete.

The sheer nude fabric flowed beautifully around the mannequin down to the floor. She carefully positioned the strap around thte collar. The modified halter top dress had a full back. Andy hadn't requested it but it is what she would have chosen to cover the scars. She shouldn't have looked but when Andy was trying on some of her finished pieces the discolored skin caught her eye. Joffrey had hit her and tortured her mentally but never left a permanent mark at least not physically.

Her phone buzzed and she shuffled through the scrap fabric to find it. It was Sandor calling. "hello" She finally managed to answer.

"They are finding the girls." Sandor mumbled; he always mumbled on the phone.

"That's great Sandor, well not great but at least they can have some peace." She waited in silence for him to say something else. Nothing came out of his mouth. It's never going to.

"If that's all I should get back to work." She finally broke the silence.

"See you at the banquet Little bird." Sandor hung up before she could say anything. There was no reason for Sandor to be at the banquet. The nock a the door made her jump. It was Andy right on time. She let Andy in and directed her to her workroom. She was nerveous about showing her work to a client. Andy circled the dress slowly. She could feel her nerves growing as the silence continued.

"You did this in two days?" Andy asked.

"I know it's not perfect and there are a few small touch ups." She tried to defend her work.

Andy laughed. "Sansa it's gorgeous I only hope I can do it justice."

The smile on her face grew. "You should try it on so I can get the fit right."

"Okay" She pulled the dress off and handed it to Andy leaving her alone to change. The front door flew open and Arya hurried in.

"Arya! What is wrong with you?" Her heart was hammering in her chest. She glared at her sister.

"I'm glad your home I need your help."

"And you couldn't call?" She was irritated with her sister.

"I have to call to see my sister." She took a deep breath remembering how trying her sister could be.

"Arya I'm busy."

"But I really need your help." Arya jumped up on the counter to sit. Andy came out behind her wearing the dress. "Wow, you made that Sansa?" Arya asked in disbelief.

"Of course I made it" She rolled her eyes at her sister before pinning a few places to alter.

"It's beautiful Sansa I don't know how to thank you." Andy interrupted the sisters.

"You don't need to it was fun." She had enjoyed the challenge.

"Can you make one for me?" Arya blurted out. Andy laughed most likely at the exasperated look on her face. "I need a dress for the banquet. Gendry is making me go."

She stared at her sister in disbelief.

"Making you go?" Andy interjected.

"Well not exactly we had a deal and he actually delivered."

"It's tomorrow. I can't make a dress in one day." She tried to reason with her unreasonable sister.

"Sansa please. I have t get dressed up. It's part of the deal." Arya was whining. She wasn't sure if it was for a dress of because she had to go.

"You told mom you weren't going to be there." She couldn't believe Arya could be so inconsiderate some times. Their mother had spent weeks arranging seating charts and meals.

"I don't want to but Gendry is making me go."

"Can I change out of this yet?" Andy asked making her feel bad for ignoring her customer because of an argument with her sister.

"I'm so sorry of course. Watch the pins. I'll make a few minor changes and you can take it home." Andy disappeared leaving her alone with Arya again. "Arya I can't make a new dress in less than a day."

"What do I do?" Arya pleaded "I promised Gendry." Her sister was actually pleading for help.

She caved. "I can't make one but I probably have something that will work for you." Arya jumped up and hugged her sending both of them to the ground laughing. She sat up. "You really like this guy." She asked her sister.

"Have you seen him?" Andy had walked back into the room with the dress in her arms.

"He is quite attractive." She had only seen Gendry for a brief time at family dinner and hadn't talked to him much. He seemed nice enough but she couldn't believe that her sister could be attached to any guy.

"He's hot." Andy said sitting down making Arya glare and blush.

She took advantage of her sister's uncomfortable state. "Very hot, tall, dark, handsome, sexy baritone voice, and built like a God." Arya glared at both of them. "Sounds perfect." She teased making Andy laugh.

"Back of he's mine." Arya snapped.

"You know what would be fun." She had an idea.

"You two shutting up." Arya was still irritated with them.

"No" She rolled her eyes. "A girls night! Are you working tonight Arya?"

"I was supposed to but the water line burst and the whole street is flooded."

"Andy?"

"I make my own hours." Andy answered happily.

"Do you guys want to?" She had been working so much lately and apart from the occasional quick drink with Margery or Jeyne she hadn't had girls night in ages.

Arya frowned but said "I guess."

"I've never done girls night. I'm in." She was excited she really needed a night to unwind.

She dialed Margery first. "He Sansa what's up?"

"What are you doing tonight?"

"A boring family thing."

"Oh, if you can ditch girls night at my place. Arya needs a make over."

"I didn't agree to that." She ignored her sister's protest.

"Sounds fun. I'll get Jeyne on my way over. Do you need wine?" She looked at her sister; she hated wine.

"Bring some sparkling wine and dress comfy we're staying in."

"Got it be there in a bit."

"Okay, bye." She hung up and turned to the other two girls. "Let's get changed."

"Changed?" Andy was confused and Arya was glaring.

"PJ's, Sansa always make you wear PJ's for girls night." Arya answered for her.

"I don't have any."

"I have some extra." She offered with a smile.

"Sansa my ass isn't going to fit into anything of yours." Andy said making a face.

She couldn't help but giggle. "I think Robb left some sweats here" She got everybody changed and they were sitting on her couch when Margery arrived. Margery didn't waste anytime getting to her place. "Where's Jeyne?" She asked as Margery placed three bottles of bubbly on the table.

"She actually had a date." Margery had raided her Nana's wine cellar so the wine was a good quality.

"You know Arya and this is Andy."

"Nice to meet you let's drink." Margery found glasses and was pouring for everybody.

"First we need to find a dress for Arya." She grabbed her glass and took a sip.

"This is going to hurt isn't it?" Arya asked dryly making Margery and Andy laugh.

She raised her eyebrow like their mother did. "It is now." She pulled out a few dresses that she thought would fit Arya. A few of them were hers and a few were designs she had already completed. Andy and Margery sat on the couch drinking while she paraded her sister out in different dresses. They had managed to narrow the choices down to two dresses. A light grey mini, well a mini on her and an off the shoulder curve hugging green dress.

"I say green." Margery said as she poured another glass.

"I agree. The green one screams rip me off." Andy sipped on her glass with a grimace.

"I'm going to have to agree Arya. The green looks amazing on you." The green was one of her designs she made for herself but the color didn't look good on her. It just needed a few quick fixes to fit Arya.

"Okay, are we done with dress up?" She wanted to keep torturing her sister but decided to put her out of her misery.

"For now. Tomorrow you need to be here for hair and makeup. Let's play a game." She finally finished her first glass.

Margery poured another glass. "Like what truth or dare?"

"I'd rather not." She said to her predictable friend.

"I never." Andy said between painful sips.

"That one is perfect we can get to know each other better." Arya looked at her funny. "It's easy you say something like I never been kissed. If you have you take a drink."

Arya sniffed her wine and crinkled her nose at the bubbles. "That's it?"

"That's it I'll go first we'll start slow. I've never skinny dipped." Everybody took a drink.

Margery was next. "I've never kissed a girl." Margery was the only one to take a drink. They laughed at her. "You guys are so boring."

Andy thought a little bit and smiled. "I've never been arrested." Andy chugged her glass of wine and Margery took a sip.

Arya thought for a little bit "I've never cheated." Everyone but Andy took a drink. "Liar" Arya accused her.

"I cheat every time we played Monopoly." She knew her sister wouldn't believe her.

"That's not what I meant by cheating." Arya glared making Andy and Margery laugh.

"Oh then I take back my drink. Wait, who did you cheat on?"

Arya stared at her glass. "Gendry."

"All ready! Seriously Arya what is wrong with you." Margery poured more wine into her glass loving the drama and Andy sank quietly back into her chair biting her lip.

"It wasn't my fault; he kissed me." Arya's excuse was weak coming from her mouth.

"Who did?" She grilled her sister; she could tell by the way that Gendry looked at Arya that the guy truly cared about her. Part of her was jealous of that.

"My professor."

"Arya!" She and Margery said at the same time. "What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't Jaqen just kissed me. What do I do?" Arya looked truly upset as she stared at the wine in her glass.

The game was now forgotten. "Don't tell him." Margery said on her fourth glass.

She glared at her friend. "Of course you have to tell him."

"I don't want to." Arya pouted.

"Arya it's time to grow up." She glared at Margery who was about to speak again.

"I don't want to." Arya said again.

Andy giggled. "Sorry these bubbles really go to your head."

She smiled and turned back to her sister. "Do you like this other guy? Your teacher should not have kissed you. He's trying to take advantage of you."

"I don't like him like I do Gendry, but he's my teacher he could make or break my career."

"I don't think he was." Arya wasn't sure when she said it.

"Is he hot?" Margery asked.

"Margery not helping." She couldn't believe her friend some time.

"Sansa's right Arya. You need to tell Gendry. What if he finds out somehow?" At least she had Andy on her side.

"He deserves to know. It will be worse if he finds out on his own."

"Big Mistake."

"Margery!" Her friend was really trying her patience

"Fine but if he breaks up with me it's your fault." Arya crossed her arms over her chest.

"He won't" She was almost certain about that. She could tell Arya was getting upset so she decided to start the game again. Arya relaxed and nobody brought it up again. The four of them finished two bottles of wine and started the third. She had lost track of how many times they went around in the game. She found out a lot more about her sister. Andy found out that sparkling wine packed a punch. Margery never failed to shock her. Arya took a cab home to tell her boyfriend another man had kissed her while the other two passed out in the living room. Over all it was a really good night for and impromptu girls night.